Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Slits. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Kayak,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.